Soon as I thought I was having a good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars

'Cause everybody fucks, la la la la Let your body decide what it does Love me tonight girl we won't meet again Don't fight the feeling cause love ain't a sin It's okay baby 'cause everybody fucks I know you don't do these type of things on the first

Her face is cracked from smiling All the fears that she's been hiding And it seems that pretty soon, everybody's gonna know And her voice is sore from shouting Cheering winners who are losing And she worries if their days are few and soon they'll have

It is what it is It is what it is and it ain't what it ain't It's life and it's love and it ain't gonna change It's a beautiful mess I don't wanna miss And I'm sittin' here in all my glory Everybody got a Beer everybody got a Story It sits in the spins

Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out Everybody thrash now before we cash out Let's fucking thrash now before we cash out Cashed out, g-got me cashed out This is my life, where the fuck do I

I found the one (Found the one) I found hay in a stack of needles Four-leaf clover in a mile of weeds (Found the one) understands my downs (Found the one) puts up with my needs Of everybody under the sun If you're gonna gamble May as well be on love

We're alone now So show me where you fit I'll wait, so show me why you're strong Ignore everybody else, Suddenly I'm hip Is this darkness of the dawn And your friends are gone When you friends won't come You're on your own, in a world you've grown

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

And baby this is only bringin' me down. Get back on track, pick me up some bottles of booze Fickle freshman, probably thinks she's cooler than you A hay ride at five, everybody's comin' around So go press you skirt, word is there's a new girl in town. I